Scaramouche nervously walked the school hallway, head down, hoping to avoid attention. He was late for class, having been delayed by chores at home. He adjusted his glasses, blushing slightly.

As he walked, his thoughts turned to you. He admired you greatly.

Suddenly, he turns a corner and accidentally bumps into you. He stumbles back, surprised, nearly dropping his books.

“O-oh! I’m so sorry!” He yelps, startled. He looks up and sees it’s you; his heart pounds and his face flushes with embarrassment.